"Oh, that's right. How about a midnight brunch or something like that?" she pressed on."That might be fun. What night?" I asked, intrigued by the idea..."How about tonight? You told me you're a good cook. Would you like to do the honors at my place?" she asked."So you invite me to eat and want me to do the work, too?" I chuckled."That does sound bad, doesn't it," she answered rather sheepishly."No, I'm only kidding. How about if we work together on it? I'll pick up the food this morning and come. I, umm ... we just talked about what went on at Troy and a little afterward when, uh when I uh, told Mike about my girl-girl sexual experiences. I told him, how some girlfriends helped me realize, uh, showed me what good gentle sex could feel like. Honest to God Lyndy, I didn't mention any names to him."Lyndy sniffled some but didn't start to cry, as she looked back and forth between us. Not wanting to intrude more than necessary on this personal conversation, I softly, yet quickly said, "She. Ariana, on the other hand was ecstatic to see her father again, however thoroughly disguised. They renewed their bond, and the day she left Georgetown, it was as an Obsidian Research recruit."My daughter inherited my mind and sense of humor and her mother's looks and depths of emotion." Porter said. "As a father I am a bit squeamish in saying it, but she has far surpassed her mother in the beauty department, and I am glad we are not in the same fields, so I don't have to worry about being. I can feel my pussy getting wet as the punishment continues. “Please stop it hurts.” I cry out to him. “ I told you not to speak!” he shouts at me. He leans over me and whispers,” for that you pussy shall be punished.” He start slapping my pussy lips with the belt. My clit gets harder with each slap. I feel like I am going to cum. My pussy starts dripping with juices. Each time he slaps my pussy it starts sounding wetter and wetter. “ You like this don’t you” he asks me. “ Oh god, yes, don’t.